She's Back!

Emilia's back on U.S. soil and almost home from her year-long, 'round the world journey Beyond Boundaries. She's making plans for the summer, so stay tuned...

In the U.S. for One night only!

Emilia will be fresh back from the favelas of Sao, Paulo Brazil and in NYC to play a show to benefit the next leg of the journey - service work in India. See the tour page for details on the show. See the BLOG for pictures and stories along the way.

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No End

album: Emilia
Written by: Emilia Dahlin

The wind was breathless and the sun was high
On the fifth of August, 1945
She pulled at the apron stuck to her thigh
As she squinted up and she searched the sky
With no end in sight.

She thought her beaux was a do-right man
But, as a husband, ruled the house with a heavy hand.
The land around her lay flat and wide,
Scorched, dry grass for miles and miles
With no end in sight.

She said, “I heard of a place called the deep blue sea.
There, I know, relief waits for me.
Ocean winds will dry these eyes,
Let the sea birds cry, while the eelgrass sighs
‘there’s no end in sight’”.

The Lord said he would take her to the Promised Land
But, he too, ruled his house with a heavy hand.
And every day she’d pray, hands clasped to her chest,
Singing “Please, Lord, don’t let me burn with all of the rest,
With no end in sight!”.

Breath held quiet – drop to the floor
The tax collector’s knockin’ on her front door.
Damn the man! Nobody’s home!
She sneaking out the back and she’s runnin’ down the road
With no end in sight.

Four days later, hair filled with sand,
Cool salt water cupped in her hands.
This is all she ever wanted, was just to be free
To sink into the darkness of the deep blue sea
With no end in sight.

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